“Thank you,” she said, “for being so kind—and wise. I shall always love and honour her.” And suddenly, as he stooped, there must have come a great light into his eyes.!

“It is the only Temple I know,” he continued after a moment. “Perhaps God, one day, will find me there.” “It’s difficult to tell, isn’t it?” she said. “I wonder how one can?”

“Oh, I don’t blame them,” she added. “It isn’t a thing to be dismissed with a toss of your head. I thought it all out. Don’t know now what decided me. Something inside me, I suppose.” “Well, what does Beauty think about it?” this one had asked, laughing. She had arrived at the end of a discussion just as Joan was leaving the room. And then she gave a long low whistle, feeling that she had stumbled upon the explanation. Beauty, that mysterious force that from the date of creation has ruled the world, what does It think? Dumb, passive, as a rule, exercising its influence unconsciously. But if it should become intelligent, active! A Philosopher has dreamed of the vast influence that could be exercised by a dozen sincere men acting in unity. Suppose a dozen of the most beautiful women in the world could form themselves into a league! Joan found them late in the evening still discussing it. “What was my mother doing in Paris?” asked Joan,